Unbearable

It could have all been so simple, but I didn’t play my cards right. Put to much pressure on the situation now it’s choking… it’s feeling tight.

Can’t lose my grip, I’m holding onto my vision. I’m shooting all these shots but when it comes to you I’m always missing.

Remembering the good old days and those long nights, we would talk about life and all those high school fights.

I didn’t know that it was all for nothing, you took the heart out of me like the turkey without the stuffing.

You still would cross my mind like everyday, you were my escape from my past… my brighter day.

I know that there is always other ways, but to hear the sound of your voice was such a sweet escape.

I never knew that a person could make me feel this way, when you’re around I don’t have to be smooth just normal Jay.

I did everything to make you proud I hope it’s not too late, you never failed to tell me that I was already great.

Nowadays are going by and the feelings worse, ever since you left I been feeling cursed.

My heads spinning out of control like the universe, I want you to hold me down like your favorite purse.

I’ve taken all this space to think back and reflect, I should have done better and demanded more respect.

I’m praying for things to be better I need it now, no longer putting myself last finally off the ground!!

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God Fearing Young-Adult Writer/Poet. My work consists of Passion, purpose and patience. Put your hands on these words and feel what I’m saying.

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Smooth Jayy

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God Fearing Young-Adult Writer/Poet. My work consists of Passion, purpose and patience. Put your hands on these words and feel what I’m saying.

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